violets are not that blue

Note: It's my first ever poem, i wrote it in class but i think i ended up liking it and i might start writing poetry in my free time, i usually think but don't write. I accept a total of 1 bad reviews gng

Roses are red
Violets are not that blue
I do not know how to rhyme
and honestly,  neither do you

I wish I could write everything I think
and I envy you, you who can do it in the blink 
of an eye that seems to observe everything around it
or does it -- observe more than I do
because I feel lost,  and hope so do you

But you don’t, and I feel 
the fear of writing something meaningless
but lessened the fear a meaningful word might come out
and another
and another
and a poem is made.

One that doesn’t appeal to me, but does to you.

And the same applies to me,
I don’t want to read this unfinished poem.

It made sense for just a second, or maybe two
It made sense to me
But does it to you?

You know what?
I don’t really care
As writing what you feel is actually pretty rare.

I now can write what I think too, 
So if it’s enough for me
Why should it matter 
what it means to you?